As the night wore on, I found myself checking my phone and wondering if she was going to call again. Even though she hadn’t spoken when she’d called the last two nights, it eased my mind a little to know that wherever she was, she was thinking about me.
I’d given up on hearing from her when my phone rang just after 3:00 a.m. It was another unknown number, but I knew it was her before I answered.
“Hello?”
Silence.
I walked down the street, away from the were bar I’d just left.
“Sara? Will you talk to me tonight?”
I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t answer, but it didn’t stop the pang of disappointment. Before now, I hadn’t known it was possible to crave the sound of someone’s voice. Part of it was the bond that made me need my mate, but a bigger part was me. I missed her.
“Okay.” I le
